Clocky

I mentioned this on Twitter when I discovered it a few weeks ago: Clocky, the alarm clock that runs away from you. I can't stop thinking about it.

For several weeks it seemed that no matter how early I set the time on my alarm, I would not get out of bed until 7:00 AM. This past week I've nudged up to 6:45. Waking up is painful.

I think I need Clocky, but I don't want it. First of all, if I were willing to pay more than $25 for an alarm clock I would have bought one of these long ago. Secondly, I think Clocky would annoy me to the point of criminal activity. I'd wake up wanting to kill something every day. Finally, the floor around my bed is usually covered with clean clothes waiting to be folded. Clocky would be trapped by my socks and underwear. Actually that last one might make it a little easier to take.

I'm not going to drop $50 on the World's Most Irritating Alarm Clock, but I need to do something to make mornings easier. Go to bed earlier? Bah! So pedestrian. Maybe I could move the coffee maker to the top of my dresser and program it for 6:00 AM. Anyone tried that?

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1 comment

  • Elise

    I have Clocky, and I love him. He makes the most wonderful noises in the entire world — it’s kind of like being woken up by a non-annoying R2D2.
    And let me tell you, knowing I’m going to end up digging my clock out from under the bed if I do not get up immediately is really effective.
    PS: You can turn his wheels off.

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